Eternatus
I shall surrender to the darkness beneath me
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And I don’t mean breasts, literally the upper chest area, waking up being comfortable under the sheets in a dark room and just getting along in a tight waist hug feeling the sweat on our shirts and just kiss her by the collar bone, going on and on, It doesn’t really have to lean for a sexual outcome really even tho it would give me a boner of course, but it’s just some sort of veneration thing for me like I have this girl inhabiting my mind since 2022 and I would want to be her obedient servant on a leash and kiss her so much on her chest while she wonders how could I be so fucked up in the brain to venerate and kiss her like Im front of Eve or something.
Do that for hours with all the moisture getting in the air and pheromones, till my face starts to get sore and I just get asleep tightly locked sideways with our legs crossed and breathing her hair feeling her bare skin her hands running through my hair cuddling me to another sleep waiting to recharge and doing it again, not in lust but in this sort of oxytocin gooning middle ground where I just orgasm with my mind by feeling all of this at once, something gets me addicted more than anything else and I would die for.
I hate that I need to feel like this but that’s what the truth and it’s killing me everyday that comes by, this gotta mean something for her, there’s some sort of thread in the air that I cannot see, some sort of higher connection that we should have and it’s taking time to reveal, let me be wrong about all of this, please let me believe that it turns out good in the end, that my 24 years were a preparation and God just wanted to try and test my desires and feelings, please let this world not be just cold and calculated mammal responses based on breeding index and survival of the fittest, let me be the one who kisses her, let me be the one who feels the warmth laying over her thorax and be full, completed, silencing all the noise, the voices, the fear, the doubt, the disillusion, the agony, the torment, my torpor, my pain.
Just please, please let this be true.
Do that for hours with all the moisture getting in the air and pheromones, till my face starts to get sore and I just get asleep tightly locked sideways with our legs crossed and breathing her hair feeling her bare skin her hands running through my hair cuddling me to another sleep waiting to recharge and doing it again, not in lust but in this sort of oxytocin gooning middle ground where I just orgasm with my mind by feeling all of this at once, something gets me addicted more than anything else and I would die for.
I hate that I need to feel like this but that’s what the truth and it’s killing me everyday that comes by, this gotta mean something for her, there’s some sort of thread in the air that I cannot see, some sort of higher connection that we should have and it’s taking time to reveal, let me be wrong about all of this, please let me believe that it turns out good in the end, that my 24 years were a preparation and God just wanted to try and test my desires and feelings, please let this world not be just cold and calculated mammal responses based on breeding index and survival of the fittest, let me be the one who kisses her, let me be the one who feels the warmth laying over her thorax and be full, completed, silencing all the noise, the voices, the fear, the doubt, the disillusion, the agony, the torment, my torpor, my pain.
Just please, please let this be true.
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